The Post

In 1971, The Washington Post and The New York Times published revealing, damaging and highly classified documents involving the Vietnam War. These documents, called “the Pentagon Papers,” unveiled shocking revelations regarding former U.S. Presidents and then-current President Richard Nixon. In this Steven Spielberg-directed dramatization, Tom Hanks plays Ben Bradlee, the executive editor of The Washington Post and Meryl Streep plays Kay Graham, the owner of the paper who was faced with the controversial, potentially illegal decision to publish the government documents.

“The Post” is one of the stronger films Steven Spielberg has directed in years. His stately, downright stodgy choices of material and determinedly old school approach to filmmaking is still intact but the subject matter has clearly lit a fire in his belly and that makes a world of difference.

While the look and feel of the early 1970’s are created with eerie precision, it’s the modern day parallels that will have everyone talking. “The Post” is obviously meant as an anti-“Fake News” commentary, a tribute to real journalism and a testament to reporters who challenge powerful political figures. When characters declare that their articles provide a contrast to a politician’s formulated public image and how controversial news items need to be reported no matter what, the film is blatantly tipping its hat to present day events.

This is the first time Spielberg has ever depicted the Vietnam War and his being late to the topic shows. The establishing scenes of battle during the war are bloodless and surprisingly unimpressive. Likewise, the brief glimpses of war protestors (the “1-2-3-4, we don’t want this f@#$%^& war” chant has been sanitized to obtain a PG-13 rating) and a rushed footnote on Watergate. Oliver Stone has covered this material far better decades ago.

I don’t mean to pick on Spielberg. If there’s one filmmaker who inspired my love of movies at a young age and fueled my imagination more than anyone else, it’s him. A list of the dozens and dozens of unquestionably great, classic American movies he’s made would seem redundant at this point, so here’s a different list: his recent “The Terminal,” “The Adventures of Tin Tin,” “War Horse,” “Lincoln,” “Bridge of Spies” and “The BFG,” all masterful in their production values, all respectable, none all that interesting or especially good. It feels me with dread to think that a young moviegoer would hear Spielberg’s name and think of his claustrophobic, museum-ready chat-a-thon, “Lincoln.”

At times, the star power is almost too much. Hanks and Streep have never worked together before and have an easy chemistry that is fun to watch. They’re better in their individual moments, when we’re not focusing on how two of the biggest movie stars on the planet are sharing a scene. Bob Odenkirk, playing Washington Post reporter Ben Bagdickian, has the best scene: when Ben meets his essential lead, he’s living fearfully in a motel, with the Pentagon Papers spread out across the room.

Near the end, “The Post” begins to feel less like a historical recreation and very much like the glossy Hollywood movie it is. When the Frank Capra finish comes and Hanks and Streep are seen standing next to one another, arms crossed, it feels awfully smug and self satisfied.

The troubling 2005 “Munich” remains Spielberg’s last great film but this is an interesting footnote in his historic film career. While “The Post” is clearly Spielberg’s “All The President’s Men,” he’s too antsy and flamboyant a filmmaker to completely mimic Alan J. Pakula’s directing style. Graham’s crucial decision in the third act, made over a three-way phone call; Spielberg stages the big moment with enough suspense and acrobatic camera work to make it count as the film’s big action sequence.

“The Post” is imperfect and none-too-subtle but still a thing to marvel: of all things, here’s a passionate, politically charged work from Steven Spielberg.